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[The Rock]Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee campAnd you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'[Wyclef Jean (The Rock)]Yo this is strictly a club recordDedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the coldWhen the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded downAnd these tired bouncers would not let me inYouknowwhatI'msayin?Yo, yo, yoI got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies(It doesn't matter!)I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees(It doesn't matter!)I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio(It doesn't matter!)Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carinCome up in the hood and they take everything you wearinBack in the days it was all about the clubsAnd the so-called thugs used to dance the break for loveThe girls, they wouldn't say HEY!Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthdayMe, I used to stand outsideHustlin my way in I'm on the guest list plus five!Who's performin tonight? He said ShabbaMister Lover Daddy he be the selector(Someone jump the Rock's up in here)Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left earLight up like Vegas when it's time to gambleGirls scream for me like I was part of the BeatlesBut I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul McCartneyand "Ebony or Ivory" into my JacuzziFoundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerkThe needle ain't skip the record jerkedCause y'all jumpin' too hard(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)[Wyclef (The Rock)]I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies(It doesn't matter!)I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees(It doesn't matter!)What? I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio(It doesn't matter!)Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carinCome up in the hood and they take everything you wearinYo Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley(It doesn't matter you just bought a fresh Bentley!)[Wyclef (Melky Sedeck)]How many of y'all ever been to a barbecueAnd you always got an aunt or uncle wanna show you how the old dances goAnd they start it off like thisElectric slide on the dance floorFreaky-deaky like Studio 54GIRLS!! Until the IRS raids itDrug money get converted into musicThe dope man becomes an entertainerLeave that crack alone! I told the customersI'm into bigger and better things Mr. FiendYou want a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machineAnd the crowd will scream loud when the bass thumpI can smell it in the air, the smell is funk{*cough cough*} Excuse me I gotta coughGirl you in so much ice you could freeze New YorkYou're man must really love you, what does he do for a living?(He works on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week)That's when she said a little too much conversationThink she want to indulge in lyrical masturbationSo I proceeded with the conversation, I saidCan I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name?(Let's get it straight huh, my name's Veronica)She had the ass the size of South AmericaShe said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanameraway before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"What hood you come from?I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in JerusalemThe New Jerusalem yup, that's short for New JerseyChecked my watch it was a quarter to threeSlid to her crib when we opened the doorHer man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44[Wyclef (The Rock)]Now what it look like, it ain't really that(It doesn't matter!)So he cocked the gat at my top hat(It doesn't matter!)Are you crazy? You was married!(It doesn't matter!)Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carinCome up in your hood and they take everything you wearinYeah that's when shorty walked up to her manAnd she said I gotta go I can't be here no moreAnd she said this[Melky Sedeck]Take me home, to the placeI belong at the Refugee CampAnd the Booga basementThat's where I live, ohCome onYo Rock I sold like seventeen million records(It doesn't matter how many records you've sold!)Alright I'm with you, yo check it outYou wanna go get diamond rings?(It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)Man listen, listenI just got two new Grammy's man(It doesn't matter about your Grammy's!)It doesn't mattermore